This may have gone unnoticed, but just in case....accidentally replaced this with a chapter to something else. Had to upload it again. Hope this worked.

Wrote this as two drabbles that didn't quite end up being 100 words each. This takes place after Anne and Gilbert run into each other and he tells her he and Christine are engaged. He gives her a note that reads simply:

Congratulations on your success, Carrots.
From your old chum, Gilbert

And whispers to her, "Don't forget me."

She then goes to the train station and I always thought to tell him something important (I love you, I always have, etc.), but instead thanks him for the letter and the train leaves. This is what, in my mind, should have happened.

When Anne approached the station, the train was just sounding the last warning whistle. She had worried she wouldn't make it in time. After returning to her room, she had just enough time to accomplish what she had set her mind to and then get to the train station.

As the train began to pull away, Anne frantically searched for him. "Gilbert," she called and then spotted him. As he made his way to the back of the train, Anne ran to meet him. Just as he threw open the door of the last car, Anne hauled herself onto the train and draped her arms around him. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Gilbert was thoroughly confused, but before he could say anything, Anne stuffed an envelope into the breast pocket of his coat. Before the train could pull away from the station completely, she kissed his cheek, whispered, "Good-bye, Gil," and jumped back onto the train platform.

The train picked up speed as it left the station. Anne felt paralyzed as she watched Gilbert disappear into the fog. With all of her regret at what she considered this final goodbye, she waved to him. He returned her wave just as begrudgingly and she thought she saw a look of pain on his face just before the fog swallowed him.

Gilbert had stood on the back of the train until long after he couldn't see Anne any longer. When he finally returned to his seat, an older gentleman asked, "Was that your girl, Young Man?"

Gilbert looked longingly out the window at the darkness and said, "Could have been."

Then he remembered the envelope Anne had stuffed into his pocket and he reached in and pulled it out into the light of the overhead lamp. He stared at it with his name written on the front in Anne's flowing script. Almost afraid what was in it, he opened it slowly and pulled out a single page of stationary.

It read:

Dear Gilbert,
Seeing you today was such a surprise. It awakened so many wonderful memories for me of home and our school days together. Of all my memories, you were one of the brightest. Despite all of our quarrels and rivalries, I looked forward to our time together. It saddens me now to think we may not have that again. I guess nothing stays the same, does it, Gil? I wanted you to know that I am sorry for last summer and that I hope we can remain friends. Your friendship will always be dear to me.

Best of luck with your studies. I can't even tell you how proud I am.

Yours truly,
Anne

P.S. I could never forget you.

As Gilbert looked over the letter one last time, his heart sank into his stomach. It was laced with so many emotions and yet it was so typical of Anne. Never revealing any more than she had to and yet wanting to tell him everything. Nothing had changed for him in his feelings for her. He knew he didn't love Christine – never would in the way he loved Anne. He set the letter down in front of him and stared out the window again wondering what he would do.